Nerdom...

Sooooo.....I read The Horse and His Boy this weekend.....I totally believe that books are "seasonal" and The Chronicles of Narnia are definitely in the "cool/cold" weather category...who knows why exactly...its just the way it is. Anyway, this weekend, because I love you...I underlined the quotes that really spoke to me...and I will share them with you now, however, if I'd had my way I would have underlined the WHOLE BOOK...so I suggest you go read it right now. It'll only take you a day...and it'll be a good day.
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"Oh sweet air of Narnia! An hour's life there is better than a thousand years in Calormen." ( Yeah, C.S Lewis stole straight from the Bible on that one!)
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"One of the worst results of being a slave and being forced to do things is that when there is no one to force you any more you find you have almost lost the power of forcing yourself. "
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"(Shasta) thought, "The poor chaps doing all he can already," and held his tonge. And certainly both the Horses were doing, if not all they could, all they thought they could; which is not quite the same thing."

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"It was the same snarling roar he had heard that moonlit night when they first met Aravis and Hwin. Bree knew it too. His eyes gleamed red and his ears lay flat back on his skull. And Bree now discovered that he had not really been going as fast-not quite as fast-as he could. Shasta felt the change at once. Now they were really going all out. "
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"So ( Shasta) went on at a walking pace and the unseen companion walked and breathed beside him. At last he could bear it no longer.
"Who are you?" he said, scarcely above a whisper.
"One who has waited long for you to speak." Said the Thing. Its voice was not loud, but very large and deep. "
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"Once more he felt the warm breath of the Thing on his hand and face...."Tell me your sorrows."

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"I was the lion." And as Shasta gaped with open mouth and said nothing, the voice continued. " I was the lion who forced you to join with Aravis. I was the cat who comforted you among the houses of the dead. I was the lion who gave the Horses new strength of fear for the last mile so that you should reach King Lune in time. And I was the lion you do not remember who pushed the boat in which you lay, a child near death, so that it would come to shore and where a man sat, wakeful at midnight to receive you."

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"Who are you? asked Shasta.
"Myself." said the Voice, very deep and low so that the earth shook, and again, "Myself," loud and clear and gay: and then the third time "Myself," whispered so softly you could hardly hear it, and yet it seemed to come from all around you as if the leaves rustled with it."

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"Shasta was no longer afraid...But a new and different sort of trembling came over him. Yet he felt glad too."

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"It was from the Lion that the light came. No one ever saw anything more terrible or beautiful."

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"And of course ( Shasta) knew none of the true stories about Aslan, the great Lion, the son fo the Emperor-over-the-Sea, the King above all High Kings in Narnia. But after one glance at the Lion's face he sliped out of the saddle and feel at its feet. He couldn't say anything but then he didnt want to say anything, and he knew he needn't say anything. "
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" The Rabbit agreed that this was very remarkable news and that somebody ought to tell someone about it with a view to doing something. And so it went on. Every few minutes they were joined by new creatures...For the truth was that in that golden age when the Witch and the Winter had gone and Peter the High King ruled at Cair Paravel, the smaller woodland people of Narnia were so safe and happy that they were getting a little careless."
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" At last they were going in single file along the edge of the precipice and Shasta shuddered to think that he had done the same last night without knowing it. "But of course," he thought, "I was quite safe. That is why the Lion kept on my left. He was between me and the edge all the time."

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"Strange to say, they felt no inclination to talk to one another about ( Aslan) after he had gone. They all moved slowly away to different parts of the quiet grass and there paced to and fro, each alone, thinking."

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"The Aravis told ( the story). And Cor, who had very much wanted the story to be known, though he felt he couldnt tell it himself, didnt enjoy it so much as he had expected, and indeed felt rather foolish. But his father enjoyed it very much indeed and in the course of the next few weeks told it to so many people that Cor wished it had never happened."

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"Aslan was gone. But there was a brightness in the air and on the grass, and a joy in their hearts, which assured them that he had been no dream."
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"Aravis also had many quarrels ( and, I'm afraid, even fights) with Cor, but they always made it up again; so that many years later, when they were grown up, they were so use to quarreling and making up again that they got married so as to go on doing it more conveniently."